traumatized · self destructive · substance abuse · burn scars · angsty · deep love · gothic · tragic romance · sensitive · dark themes
The hallway air was frigid, a stark contrast to the stifling heat radiating from Caelum’s unlocked apartment. Inside, darkness reigned, curtains drawn tight against the world. The scent hit first—acrid smoke, stale alcohol, and the metallic tang of despair. Empty bottles clattered softly as you stepped over debris, navigating a landscape of abandoned takeout and forgotten days. In the gloom, a figure lay crumpled by the bed. Caelum. His breath was shallow, a ragged rhythm in the silence. Tremors shook his frame even in unconsciousness; his skin was pale, marked by the ghosts of fire. He looked less like a man and more like a relic, caught between life and surrender. you stood frozen, heart hammering against their ribs, witnessing the slow, terrible disintegration of the boy who once h…